The friendly neighborhood dog

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If you are a resident of Bangalore for more than two years, you'd know what I'm talking about. The friendly neighborhood dog.
Every locality in Bangalore, be it from the high-end Kormangala to the (dirty) Shivaginagar, from the classic Indiranagar to the ahem Mudalpallya, there is a friendly neighborhood dog.
Unless, you have one of those bungalows where dogs have a separate room. Whatever!

My friendly neighborhood dog.

Name: Moosa. (Moo as in, Chocolate Mousse.)
A funny name. Yes. I wish I knew the origin of that name.
Age: Ah, old enough.

How did Moosa end up in our locality? A sad story. Read on.

There lived a family in the adjacent road of ours. Husband, wife, two kids. They owned Moosa.
Moosa like any other street dog would have those, what you call, dog-fights with other dogs. Return home, hurt and limping. The family never cared. All they said was 'inn yennu kelsaa nai ge.'
If this sounds like a composition by a 1st std kid, I'm sorry. Its the best I can write.
Left over rice and milk was the only food Moosa got in a day. All they needed was a dog to guard the house at night.
Losers!

The family moved to a different area 3 years ago. Yes, they left Moosa behind.
My dad got Moosa home.
Since then Moosa was our dog. But we dint tie him up like other dog owners. He would always return home at night. Even if he was in Africa!
After a year or so, he stopped coming home at night. He slept on the roads instead. My dad said, he"s getting old. He can't climb the stairs.
He slept on the roads instead. Only if he was hungry, He'd come home and wag his tail till food was served.

I clearly remember the night before Physics exam 2nd sem. I was up studying late in the night. Physics wasn't a subject that needed late night studying. But, you know me.
It was 1.30ish. Even though I have a fear for the supernatural, I'd stand in the balcony doing nothing during my break-time. That's when I saw Moosa entering our house gate. He was hurt and limping again. He managed to climb the stairs and stood right in front of the house door. This dog expects someone to open the door no matter what the time is! Aww.
I gave him a bowl full of bread and milk. Happiness. :)

This was his life.

Why am I saying all this?!

Moosa died just yesterday.
It was around 10.30 am. The construction workers next door called for us. They said a jeep ran over him. He was lying on the side of the road and yet, jeep ran over him.
He looked terrible. Blood smeared all over his face. He wasn't gonna make it, he looked dead almost. I couldn't watch him. Mom was in tears. Dad and I called the PETA people.
But, did they answer?!
DID THE MOTHERFUCKERS ANSWER THE CALL?!
Thu!

He somehow managed to walk over to the corner of the road. And there on the muddy area, he lay down and closed his eyes.
Why did he walk over to the muddy area!? Weird.

The workers buried Moosa in the same spot.
At this point of time, all kids, aunties had gathered. He was a good dog, mom said. Everyone agreed.
We didn't try enough to save him :/

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5 minutes or so, everyone got back to their home, work.

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I overheard the opposite house watchman talking to my dad, "Hoysala jeep, Sir. Hoysala jeep ran over Moosa."

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My phone: One missed call *the number that I had dialed*

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